A Christmas StormChapter 12 More Talk
I went into the kitchen waving at Amy who was sitting in the living room watching TV. I pulled a lemonade from the fridge. She came in and asked, “Do you have any booze here?” “No. I have some wine but ran out of hard liquor months ago and just haven’t bought more. I only had one bottle then.” “I may pick up a bottle after work tomorrow. “Todd, what’s wrong with me?” “Nothing that I know of. Why?” “You don’t pay any attention to me.” “Amy, we don’t like to do the same things. You watch...